{"id":10384,"date":"2020-08-31T00:27:38","date_gmt":"2020-08-30T21:27:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10384"},"modified":"2020-08-31T00:27:38","modified_gmt":"2020-08-30T21:27:38","slug":"de-ai-nostri-veronica-laura-nastase-suntem-noi-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10384","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Veronica Laura N\u0103stase – Suntem noi (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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***<\/strong>
\nTe-a\u0219 invita la o c\u0103l\u0103torie, \u00eentr-o culoare multicolor\u0103 a cuvintelor simple de pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 cas\u0103.
\nR\u0103mas\u0103 sub paza ochilor, ultima coal\u0103 de scris: simfonie neterminat\u0103 de alb, \u00eentr-o coroana de ploi nocturne; ca fir de aur: neg\u0103sit, nenumit \u0219i descul\u021b: ca tine.
\n…c\u00e2nd lacul de tei sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri, cerneala este meritat\u0103 pe buze;
\nOdihnindu-te \u00een f\u00e2nul pe care singur\u0103tatea compune raiul naturii.
\nDac\u0103 vei crede c\u0103 a\u0219 fi m\u00e2na alb\u0103 care-\u021bi ast\u00e2mp\u0103r\u0103 durerea, voi \u00eenchide ochii pe buzele tale.
\nAdun\u0103m fragmente care par c\u0103 se potrivesc: nisip \u0219i trandafiri; nuan\u021be de p\u0103m\u00e2nt: poate p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu arom\u0103 de vanilie.
\n\u00cengr\u0103ditura de nuiele, susurat\u0103 \u00een luminozitatea pic\u0103turilor de stele… aceasta s\u0103 fie casa ta!…
\nFloare-n floarea boabelor de tei.
\nSerile rom\u00e2ncelor sunt lec\u021bii de cusut iile, cu prim\u0103veri \u00een iernile ce sunt umerii.
\nDin cea\u021ba ploilor fac parte numai c\u0103\u021belu\u0219ii. Albi.
\nP\u00e2lp\u00e2iri de \u00eengeri avem pe cre\u0219tet, c\u00e2nd cobor\u00e2m seara \u00een temni\u021ba visului zilnic.
\n\u00cens\u0103, to\u021bi murim, cu tot cu cele mai frumoase flori…<\/p>\n

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\nNe desparte doar o sear\u0103, cu \u021b\u0103rmul leg\u0103nat \u00een brazi t\u0103m\u00e2io\u0219i, nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103…
\nAceste \u00een\u0219iruiri de bine curg numai pe \u00eent\u00e2iul obrazului.
\nC\u00e2t poate s\u0103 doar\u0103 un munte?!
\nLacrima care \u0219terge lacrima. Des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irea.
\nBiata visare, devenit\u0103 rug\u0103 puternic\u0103, sf\u00e2\u0219ietoare, \u00eenceput \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219it.
\nNe-ncearc\u0103 ora-n devenire…
\nReversul soarelui e luna florilor, iama, pe geamurile casei. Drumul e cutreierat de flori, de ghe\u021buri. Una singur\u0103 e \u00eenspre lume. Floarea \u00eenfloririlor.
\nDar tu? Pentru a-\u021bi pl\u00e2nge o lacrim\u0103 i\u021bi trebuie zeci, sute de \u00eenfloriri. Ca o implica\u021bie. \u0218i eu o s\u0103 te v\u0103d aievea.
\nE ora 20.00. Vino la teatru: p\u0103pu\u0219ile stau or\u00e2nduite, a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te. Se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 pe v\u00e2rful pantofilor lor albi \u0219i ofteaz\u0103 des. Numai tu le po\u021bi insufla poezia.
\nC\u0103r\u021bile. Sunt doar a\u0219ez\u0103minte lic\u0103rite. Triste sunt necitite.
\nNumai tablourile fac realit\u0103\u021bile. Cum ploaia este o existent\u0103 picur\u0103toare.
\n\u00cengerii \u0219i florile nu se potrivesc deasupra lumii. Numai \u00eent\u00e2mplarea face s\u0103 te recunosc \u00een flori.
\n…s\u0103-mi promi\u021bi tu bucuria puternic\u0103 a albului, crin de alb \u0219i de cules de p\u0103s\u0103ri, seara, pe c\u00e2ntate.
\nVoi doi era\u021bi o umbrel\u0103 de imensit\u0103\u021bi de luceferi, \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nturi necunoscute. At\u00e2t a\u0219 putea iubi \u00een om.
\n\u021aie i\u021bi dedic acea luminoas\u0103 firimitur\u0103 de p\u00e2ine, o und\u0103 spre apropierea m\u00e2inilor.
\nElimin\u00e2nd izol\u0103rile, poate natura desf\u0103cut\u0103 \u00een poezie. Sau vremurile trecute. C\u00e2nd am tr\u0103it doar nostalgia. Mesaje dinspre mine.
\nMinunea e omul. O m\u00e2n\u0103 vindec\u0103toare de c\u0103deri. P\u0103m\u00e2ntul are nevoie de noi. \u00eeng\u0103duire.
\nSigur\u0103 e doar prezen\u021ba acestei dimine\u021bi a duminicii, ce va veni \u00eentr-o ceremonie petalat\u0103.
\nAtunci c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti mul\u021bumit de tot ce ai aproape: atunci e fericirea…
\nT\u00e2rziu nu va fi niciodat\u0103 \u00een \u00eengeri…
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 semnez \u00een josul paginii, vreau un nou \u00eenceput…<\/p>\n

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Editura RAFET <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Editor<\/em>: Constantin Marafet<\/strong><\/p>\n

Redactor<\/em>: Lauren\u021biu Dumitru Selegian<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

,,Versurile cuprinse \u00een prezentul volum, p\u00e2ini fierbin\u021bi \u00een m\u00e2inile reci ale cititorului, au nevoie de \u00eenc\u0103 un moment pentru a fi devorate. Un moment de reflec\u021bie, lipsit de emfaze sau prejudec\u0103\u021bi.
\nLe po\u021bi sim\u021bi rostul \u0219i plin\u0103tatea doar \u00een singur\u0103tate!
\nPoezia Veronic\u0103i Laura N\u0103stase nu este un exerci\u021biu de imagina\u021bie, este imaginea concret\u0103, vie \u0219i sincer\u0103 a iubirii, a unei iubiri aproape fire\u0219ti, uneori ne\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219it\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 ve\u0219nic tulbur\u0103toare. Este imaginea unei iubiri aproape fire\u0219ti…
\nCred c\u0103 poezia Veronic\u0103i este o epistol\u0103. Nu a ei c\u0103tre noi, ci a lui Dumnezeu c\u0103tre tine.\u201d
\nLauren\u021biu Selegian<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Veronica-Laura N\u0103stase<\/strong> este n\u0103scut\u0103 la 3 septembrie 1979 \u00een localitatea Valea R\u00e2mnicului, Jude\u021bul Buz\u0103u, absolvent\u0103 a Colegiului Na\u021bional \u201eAlexandru Vlahu\u021b\u0103” din R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat \u0219i a Grupului \u0218colar Preuniversitar \u201eVasile Alecsandri” Ia\u0219i, sec\u021bia asistent de farmacie.
\nEste membr\u0103 a Cenaclului Literar \u201eAlexandru Sihleanu” al Casei de Cultur\u0103 \u201eFlorica Cristoforeanu” din R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat \u0219i laureat\u0103 a Concursului Na\u021bional de Poezie \u201eArc de suflet peste timp” Buz\u0103u.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

*** \u0218i va veni o sear\u0103, spre seri mai argintate \u00een iernile reci, fermecat\u0103. Paradisul unui treac\u0103t de ploi, iama;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":10270,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10384"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10384"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10384\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10385,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10384\/revisions\/10385"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10270"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10384"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10384"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10384"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}